Amelia’s POV
I blocked the number before I could change my mind into thinking of going back in there to accept the offer. Before I could spiral into wondering what Daniel's exact words had been, what his tone had conveyed, whether he'd sighed or shrugged or felt anything at all.
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My laptop screen glows in the darkness of my studio apartment, the only light source at two in the morning.
Thank you for your application. Unfortunately, we’ve decided to move forward with other candidates.
I deleted the email without reading the rest. It’s the fourteenth rejection this week, each one a variation of the same polite dismissal.
My cursor hovers over the next job posting—receptionist at a dental office, minimum wage, no benefits. I click anyway, filling out the same information I’ve en
